Not getting any sleep tonight.
This is the kind of dirty that sticks no matter how much you scrub.
The kind of filth that clings just under your skin, immune to soap.
The stains that sink so far you can't see them, but know they're there.
A simple glossy grossness that never really goes away.
You just get used to it.
I'm hoping it doesn't take too long.
"Here you are, daylight star, made out of miracles. Perfection of your own, you alone, oh-so-incredible. Each atom sings to me, set me free from chains of the physical. Oh, free me."
This is how I feel about you.
Like you're too beautiful to even describe.
And when I say you, have no misconceptions - I'm not talking about one person. I'm talking about so many people I couldn't list them all if I wanted to.
Maybe you don't hold my hand because you're scared I'll pull away.
Maybe you don't walk so close because you're scared I'll move.
Maybe you don't tell me you love me because you're scared I'll just stare.
Maybe you're so hesitant because I'm so self-conscious.
You just don't realize, do you? You don't realize that no matter how close you walk, and no matter how you say you love me... If you just smile at me, I melt.
I don't think there's anything you could do that I could say no to.
